I’m at a loss how I should talk
About what’s in my head
When going on a country walk
So keep it shut, instead,

And listen to the birds that sing,
The insects buzzing by,
The echo of a once-great spring
That’s all but running dry,

The rumble of a jumbo jet,
My footfalls on the lane,
And, though I haven’t yet got wet,
I hear it start to rain.

Although my mind might be at odds,
That’s nothing to the state of God’s.

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